Why would anyone ever let you go?
When summer breeze isn't even a match for your warmth and tenderness.
More lovable than the sun at the sunrise.
Sometimes the flame is too hot to touch, and then I'm hiding under the tree.
But your figure won't fade, nor rough winds make you decayed.
Like a flower that's waiting for its bee,
your presence is the only one anyone would want to see.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Why would anyone ever let you go?
When summer breeze isn't even a match for your warmth and tenderness.
More lovable than the sun at the sunrise.
Sometimes the flame is too hot to touch, and then I'm hiding under the tree.
But your figure won't fade, nor rough winds make you decayed.
Like a flower that's waiting for its bee,
your presence is the only one anyone would want to see.
Meeting you at time like this feels like meeting summer in the middle of December
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